I am just completely dismayed. I was talking to Pebbles in the north paddock today and she told me a story I had told Kressa in strictest confidence. Now Kressa is old and grey and probably doesn't have all of her oats in one feeder, but I thought I could trust her and here she goes blabbing her muzzle all over the place. Of course Pebbles had no idea I was the horse Kressa was talking about, but I'll be sure not to let slip anymore hoofulls of information to that old nag. I think I have Pebbles convinced that Kressa is unreliable, as she is, but who knows where this tale will end up? More later.